Post by North T. Gunderson on Jan 22, 2006 0:02:28 GMT -5
[Lights up, Josh Reynolds standing at the edge of a dark alley]
JR:
This is josh Reynolds, and for the past week no one has heard from the man called Thunder. I’ve personally been in contact with his Partner Temespt and Manager Tex, and neither of them have seen Thunder since his match on Monday Night Fights! Until tonight, I have it on good authority that Thunder has spent that past week here in these alleyways.
[Camera zooms out to show distruction everywhere]
JR:
And from the look of this place, I think my little birdie was right, come on.
[Josh walks nevously into the alley, with the camera following. Here are smashed trashcans, the remains of a shopping cart, broken bottles, several blood stains, and abandon cardboard boxes. Josh comes to a wooden wall at the end of the alley, with person sized hole in it. JR and the Camera go through. On the other side the is what appears to be a makeshift throne.]
Thunder:
What do you want?
[The camera swings straight up, to the top of the wall. A very shaggy looking Thunder is perched on top. Thunder jumps from the wall, twisting in mid air, landing in the ratty easychair-throne. A closer view show blood smeared across Thunders face.]
Thunder:
I said, what do you want?
JR:
I… I just want to get your thoughts… I just want to know… What… Where have you…
Thunder:
Where have I been? WHERE HAVE I BEEN!? That’s a fair question. I’ve been thinking. I’ve been discussing my thoughts with my neighbours. I’ve been hurting my neighbours. It’s been fun.
JR:
Fun?
Thunder:
FUN! I’ve been thinking about how Technique, that little piece garbage Technique, Iv’e been thinking about how Technique screwed me. Me and my lunatic partners the Doomriders. Lunatics, I called them, but that’s not really true. In fact the more I think about it, the more scence they make. People are cattle, to be hunted, to be hurt for my pleasure. And at Joker’s Wild I’m going into a match against 5 other guys. I don’t even know who one of them is. And I don’t even care. The only thing I care about is Technique. I’m going to get my hands on Technique, and I am going to make him BLEED. And it’s gonna be… Fun! Now I suggest you leave.
JR:
Uh, right
[Lights now has Josh & the camera scramble away.]
JR:
This is josh Reynolds, and for the past week no one has heard from the man called Thunder. I’ve personally been in contact with his Partner Temespt and Manager Tex, and neither of them have seen Thunder since his match on Monday Night Fights! Until tonight, I have it on good authority that Thunder has spent that past week here in these alleyways.
[Camera zooms out to show distruction everywhere]
JR:
And from the look of this place, I think my little birdie was right, come on.
[Josh walks nevously into the alley, with the camera following. Here are smashed trashcans, the remains of a shopping cart, broken bottles, several blood stains, and abandon cardboard boxes. Josh comes to a wooden wall at the end of the alley, with person sized hole in it. JR and the Camera go through. On the other side the is what appears to be a makeshift throne.]
Thunder:
What do you want?
[The camera swings straight up, to the top of the wall. A very shaggy looking Thunder is perched on top. Thunder jumps from the wall, twisting in mid air, landing in the ratty easychair-throne. A closer view show blood smeared across Thunders face.]
Thunder:
I said, what do you want?
JR:
I… I just want to get your thoughts… I just want to know… What… Where have you…
Thunder:
Where have I been? WHERE HAVE I BEEN!? That’s a fair question. I’ve been thinking. I’ve been discussing my thoughts with my neighbours. I’ve been hurting my neighbours. It’s been fun.
JR:
Fun?
Thunder:
FUN! I’ve been thinking about how Technique, that little piece garbage Technique, Iv’e been thinking about how Technique screwed me. Me and my lunatic partners the Doomriders. Lunatics, I called them, but that’s not really true. In fact the more I think about it, the more scence they make. People are cattle, to be hunted, to be hurt for my pleasure. And at Joker’s Wild I’m going into a match against 5 other guys. I don’t even know who one of them is. And I don’t even care. The only thing I care about is Technique. I’m going to get my hands on Technique, and I am going to make him BLEED. And it’s gonna be… Fun! Now I suggest you leave.
JR:
Uh, right
[Lights now has Josh & the camera scramble away.]